Yuan Hong looked down at the routed army below, then at the place where the three demons of Mount Mei had fallen. Fury and grief intertwined in his heart.
"Ha ha ha... What a Western Qi, what a Chan Sect!" Yuan Hong threw back his head and laughed wildly, his laughter filled with desolation. "The seven brothers of Mount Mei have all fallen here today!"
Yang Jian gripped his Three-Pointed Double-Edged Blade firmly, his expression solemn. "Yuan Hong, Mount Mei is gone, and the Shang Army has collapsed. Your mystical art was not easily attained. If you lay down your weapon and surrender, you may yet preserve your life."
"Surrender?" Yuan Hong's eyes were bloodshot as he pointed his long blade at Yang Jian. "All my brothers died in battle. How could I, Yuan Hong, cling shamefully to life? Today, either you die or I perish!"
Jiang Ziya called out from within the allied formation, "Yuan Hong, Heaven's mandate lies with Zhou. Defying Heaven will only bring death and the dissipation of your soul. Why persist in your delusion?"
"Heaven's mandate?" Yuan Hong snorted coldly. "What Heaven's mandate? It is nothing but something you arranged with your own hands! I, Yuan Hong, do not believe in Heaven's mandate. Today, I will use this blade to contend with this so-called Heavenly Dao!"
As soon as he spoke, Yuan Hong stopped holding back. He drove the Eight-Nine Mysterious Art to its limit, and blue-black demonic qi shot from his body into the clouds. His form swelled higher and higher, transforming into a giant ape several zhang tall. His fur stood like steel needles, his fangs jutted outward, and his ferocious might was terrifying.
Seeing Yuan Hong reveal his true form, Nezha, Huang Tianhua, and Lei Zhenzi did not dare delay. They rose